Stacey’s POV:
I don’t even remember driving home.
I could still feel the shape of Noah’s lips on mine, the press of his body, the way he made everything else disappear, even the parts of myself I had tried so hard to keep protected.
What were these feelings bubbling within?
I hurried out of the car, shivering from the sharp wind slapping my face. Unsteady, my heels reverberated across the stone walkway. After fumbling with the keys, dropping them once, and muttering obscenities, I eventually succeeded in opening the door.
At home. I hurriedly exited the vehicle and entered. I had no idea how I got home, but I did. I was having trouble breathing by the time I reached inside.
You need a hot bath. Maybe that would calm your senses and wash away what just happened.
With my hands gripp
